บท 122: Fury

Han Qiao lost her last bit of patience with Han Xiang.

She didn't even want to keep the most basic peace.

She had never seen such a shameless person.

It wasn't that there weren't any. Zhao Huan was one, and Han Xiang was another.

One of them was greedy and the other was stupid.

"Y-you scolded me!" Han Xiang was in disbelief.

"Scolding you is a light punishment. If you weren't pregnant, I would have slapped you twice today." Han Qiao's words and the coldness on her face told Han Xiang that she wasn't bluffing.

For a moment, Han Xiang felt wronged and angry, and she spoke without thinking.

"So what if you have a few stinking money? You still can't get pregnant or give birth to a son."

"What's the use of more money? I wonder who will benefit from it in the future."

"You may look young now, but that's why Heng Yi treats you well. When you're old, he might kick you out and marry a young and beautiful woman."